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with such nonsense.”
“Perhaps it would be fair compensation to the events I wish you to attend. I guarantee that I will find your mother more enjoyable than you will find my business associates.” He grinned shyly, “Shall we try it Ms. Eyre? This Friday, I have a cocktail party at the law firm of Schmidt, Silvers, and Hansen; I would enjoy your company.” He winked conspiratorially, “You could develop a headache about forty-five minutes in, and we could leave.”
Jane laughed, “You are wicked, Mr. Poole.”
“Will you attend with me?”
“Yes, sir. If you pick me up at my home, it would probably count toward a dinner or tea too,” Jane said with amusement.
He held out his hand, “Then we have struck a deal.”
Jane shook it and sighed, “What time shall I expect you?”
“Seven, Ms. Eyre.” He stood up and went to the elevator and disappeared for the rest of the day.
On Wednesday she left right at five, excited about an appointment she had with a gallery a few blocks away. She wore a rose tweed suit, sensible beige pumps, and carried her large art portfolio. She had pulled her hair back into a sleek ponytail and was hoping to pull off the look of a confident woman.
Upon entering, she was greeted by the owner, who insisted she call her Lyn. The meeting only took a few minutes and Jane left elated. Lyn loved her work and accepted all of her paintings on consignment. She would frame and mat them for Jane. She even had a client who she felt would purchase her watercolors of Venice immediately.
Wanting to celebrate, Jane headed to Starbucks for a ridiculously indulgent coffee. She sat at a table enjoying her coffee and dunking her biscotti when she recognized the voice behind her.
“I assumed you always drank tea, Ms. Eyre.”
She turned, and there he was, a coffee and a small brown bag in his hand. She grinned and pointed to the chair, “Would you care to join me, sir?” She tried to keep her heart rate down as she looked into his delicious chocolate eyes.
“Thank you,” he glanced at his watch as he sat down, “I have missed our discourse Ms. Eyre.”
She grinned, “Thank you, sir, you flatter me. I dare not hope to have the wit needed to keep you entertained.”
“Wit and more, Ms. Eyre.” He sipped his coffee, “And pray tell me, what brings you here tonight?”
She couldn’t contain her joy, “I am celebrating, sir.”
His eyebrows arched, “You cannot celebrate in solitude, Ms. Eyre. What makes your eyes twinkle so this evening? Do not keep me in suspense!”
She grinned, trying to keep up with the language of the conversation, “I have been fortunate enough to secure gallery space for some works of art I have produced.”
“Fortune has nothing to do with it, Ms. Eyre. It is the gallery that should be celebrating they have found such an accomplished woman.” He sat back and relaxed.
She lowered her eyes, “You praise me too much, sir. I am happy what opportunity affords me, but I fear that I am wicked for wanting your praise.” The words slipped out easily, and she couldn’t reel them back in. She felt her cheeks flush and left her eyes on her hands as they played with the sleeve of the cup.
“I think I should like to taste that wicked tongue.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
Her eyes met his hungry gaze and she tried to remain calm as she replied, “I should think you would prefer a sweeter taste, one of virtue.”
“I’m sure yours is virtuous, and it is yours I desire.”
She paused a moment. In her heart she was screaming, ok, take my tongue, take my body , but she waited as her head regained control and finally said, “But sir, if you wish it to remain virtuous than you shall allow me to excuse myself.” She wondered was he really asking her to kiss him, or was he just playing?
“No, my lady, I shall not allow your leaving, but sadly I am not your master and therefore cannot command you to
“Perhaps it would be fair compensation to the events I wish you to attend. I guarantee that I will find your mother more enjoyable than you will find my business associates.” He grinned shyly, “Shall we try it Ms. Eyre? This Friday, I have a cocktail party at the law firm of Schmidt, Silvers, and Hansen; I would enjoy your company.” He winked conspiratorially, “You could develop a headache about forty-five minutes in, and we could leave.”
Jane laughed, “You are wicked, Mr. Poole.”
“Will you attend with me?”
“Yes, sir. If you pick me up at my home, it would probably count toward a dinner or tea too,” Jane said with amusement.
He held out his hand, “Then we have struck a deal.”
Jane shook it and sighed, “What time shall I expect you?”
“Seven, Ms. Eyre.” He stood up and went to the elevator and disappeared for the rest of the day.
On Wednesday she left right at five, excited about an appointment she had with a gallery a few blocks away. She wore a rose tweed suit, sensible beige pumps, and carried her large art portfolio. She had pulled her hair back into a sleek ponytail and was hoping to pull off the look of a confident woman.
Upon entering, she was greeted by the owner, who insisted she call her Lyn. The meeting only took a few minutes and Jane left elated. Lyn loved her work and accepted all of her paintings on consignment. She would frame and mat them for Jane. She even had a client who she felt would purchase her watercolors of Venice immediately.
Wanting to celebrate, Jane headed to Starbucks for a ridiculously indulgent coffee. She sat at a table enjoying her coffee and dunking her biscotti when she recognized the voice behind her.
“I assumed you always drank tea, Ms. Eyre.”
She turned, and there he was, a coffee and a small brown bag in his hand. She grinned and pointed to the chair, “Would you care to join me, sir?” She tried to keep her heart rate down as she looked into his delicious chocolate eyes.
“Thank you,” he glanced at his watch as he sat down, “I have missed our discourse Ms. Eyre.”
She grinned, “Thank you, sir, you flatter me. I dare not hope to have the wit needed to keep you entertained.”
“Wit and more, Ms. Eyre.” He sipped his coffee, “And pray tell me, what brings you here tonight?”
She couldn’t contain her joy, “I am celebrating, sir.”
His eyebrows arched, “You cannot celebrate in solitude, Ms. Eyre. What makes your eyes twinkle so this evening? Do not keep me in suspense!”
She grinned, trying to keep up with the language of the conversation, “I have been fortunate enough to secure gallery space for some works of art I have produced.”
“Fortune has nothing to do with it, Ms. Eyre. It is the gallery that should be celebrating they have found such an accomplished woman.” He sat back and relaxed.
She lowered her eyes, “You praise me too much, sir. I am happy what opportunity affords me, but I fear that I am wicked for wanting your praise.” The words slipped out easily, and she couldn’t reel them back in. She felt her cheeks flush and left her eyes on her hands as they played with the sleeve of the cup.
“I think I should like to taste that wicked tongue.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
Her eyes met his hungry gaze and she tried to remain calm as she replied, “I should think you would prefer a sweeter taste, one of virtue.”
“I’m sure yours is virtuous, and it is yours I desire.”
She paused a moment. In her heart she was screaming, ok, take my tongue, take my body , but she waited as her head regained control and finally said, “But sir, if you wish it to remain virtuous than you shall allow me to excuse myself.” She wondered was he really asking her to kiss him, or was he just playing?
“No, my lady, I shall not allow your leaving, but sadly I am not your master and therefore cannot command you to
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